Soul Kissed

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Mason waited for his son to climb out of the car, then slammed the back passenger door shut. “One more time, please.”

“Ugh, Dad.” Fletcher’s gaze was off across the tire-matted stretch of grass that acted as parking for the fairgrounds. Families with strollers and groups of summer-ready teens slowly streamed toward the entrance and ticket booth.

“Fletcher.” Mason put a little warning in his voice.

Fletcher dragged his attention over and sighed with exaggerated eight-year-old suffering. Repeated by rote, “I’ll do whatever you say.”

Mason didn’t like this. It was one thing to go out into the open himself. Entirely another to take Fletcher. “One mistake—”

The eye roll, which was new this year. “Jeez, Dad. I know.”

Mason let the point go, though anxiety still riddled his nerves. He fished out a tube of sunscreen from a plastic grocery bag. “Hand.”

Fletcher held out his palm for a squirt. He smeared the lotion all over his face. When he was done, Mason had a Red Sox baseball cap waiting. And when that was settled on his son’s head, Mason held out a twenty-dollar bill. “So you don’t have to bug me for every little thing.”

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